Blank Pages

The speaker expresses happiness in writing with their pen, regardless of the number of words or the need to scribble over some. They don't count the words but enjoy giving them a place to exist. The words serve no purpose in their mind, but they won't get lost on these pages. They hope that others may find and treasure these words. Their only wish is to write as much as possible, even when they run out of ink. For however many pages this pen writes, I'll be happy, even if I have to scribble over a few words that I wasn't ready to write. I'm not counting the words, I just like giving them a home to live in whichever way they choose to live it, some happy, others sad, and some might even grumpy. They really serve no purpose in my mind, Lord knows there's quite a clutter up there. At least in these pages I know they won't get misplaced. Some curious, or lucky, might find them and consider them treasures, others not so much, but they will always be my words, placed by me. Sometimes it seems like I keep them for myself, but I never really leave pages intentionally blank. My only true wish is to write every page I can, even when I run out of ink.